THE CHARM OF THE OLD WORLD ROMANCES – Premium 10 Book Collection. Robert Barr

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      'Most interesting and romantic,' replied the young man; 'and do you think that your father approves of your picking up indiscriminate acquaintances in this way?'

      Edith, flushing a little at this, said:

      'I would not willingly do what my father disapproved of;' then in a lower voice she added: 'except, perhaps, one thing.'

      Her father, who had caught snatches of the conversation, now leaned across towards his nephew, and said warningly:

      'I think Edith is quite capable of judging for herself. This is my seventh voyage with her, and I have always found such to be the case. This happens to be your first, and so, were I you, I would not pursue the subject further.'

      The young man was silent, and Edith gave her father a grateful glance. Thus it was that, while she might not have given a thought to Kenyon, the remarks which her cousin had made, brought to her mind, when she was alone, the two young men, and the contrast between them was not at all to the advantage of her cousin.

      The scrubbing-brushes on the deck above him woke Kenyon early next morning. For a few moments after getting on deck he thought he had the ship to himself. One side of the deck was clean and wet; on the other side the men were slowly moving the scrubbing-brushes backward and forward, with a drowsy swish-swish. As he walked up the deck, he saw there was one passenger who had been earlier than himself.

      Edith Longworth turned round as she heard his step, and her face brightened into a smile when she saw who it was.

      Kenyon gravely raised his steamer cap and bade her 'Good-morning.'

      'You are an early riser, Mr. Kenyon.'

      'Not so early as you are, I see.'

      'I think I am an exceptional passenger in that way,' replied the girl. 'I always enjoy the early morning at sea. I like to get as far forward on the steamer as possible, so that there is nothing between me and the boundless anywhere. Then it seems as if the world belongs to myself, with nobody else in it.'

      'Isn't that a rather selfish view?' put in Kenyon.

      'Oh, I don't think so. There is certainly nothing selfish in my enjoyment of it; but, you know, there are times when one wishes to be alone, and to forget everybody.'

      'I hope I have not stumbled upon one of those times.'

      'Oh, not at all, Mr. Kenyon,' replied his companion, laughing. 'There was nothing personal in the remark. If I wished to be alone, I would have no hesitation in walking off. I am not given to hinting; I speak plainly—some of my friends think a little too plainly. Have you ever been on the Pacific Ocean?'

      'Never.'

      'Ah, there the mornings are delicious. It is very beautiful here now, but in summer on the Pacific some of the mornings are so calm and peaceful and fresh, that it would seem as if the world had been newly made.'

      'You have travelled a great deal, Miss Longworth. I envy you.'

      'I often think I am a person to be envied, but there may come a shipwreck one day, and then I shall not be in so enviable a position.'

      'I sincerely hope you may never have such an experience.'

      'Have you ever been shipwrecked, Mr. Kenyon?'

      'Oh no; my travelling experiences are very limited. But to read of a shipwreck is bad enough.'

      'We have had a most delightful voyage so far. Quite like summer. One can scarcely believe that we left America in the depth of winter, with snow everywhere and the thermometer ever so far below zero. Have you mended your deck-chair yet, sufficiently well to trust yourself upon it again?'

      'Oh!' said Kenyon, with a laugh, 'you really must not make fun of my amateur carpentering like that. As I told you, I am a mining engineer, and if I cannot mend a deck-chair, what would you expect me to do with a mine?'

      'Have you had much to do with mines?' asked the young woman.

      'I am just beginning,' replied Kenyon; 'this, in fact, is one of my first commissions. I have been sent with my friend Wentworth to examine certain mines on the Ottawa River.'

      'The Ottawa River!' cried Edith. 'Are you one of those who were sent out by the London Syndicate?'

      'Yes,' answered Kenyon with astonishment. 'What do you know about it?'

      'Oh, I know everything about it. Everything, except what the mining expert's report is to be, and that information, I suppose, you have; so, between the two of us, we know a great deal about the fortunes of the London Syndicate.'

      'Really! I am astonished to meet a young lady who knows anything about the matter. I understood it was rather a secret combination up to the present.'

      'Ah! but, you see, I am one of the syndicate.'

      'You!'

      'Certainly,' answered Edith Longworth, laughing. 'At least, my father is, and that is the same thing, or almost the same thing. We intended to go to Canada ourselves, and I was very much disappointed at not going. I understand that the sleighing, and the snowshoeing, and the tobogganing are something wonderful.'

      'I saw very little of the social side of life in the district, my whole time being employed at the mines; but even in the mining village where we stayed, they had a snowshoe club, and a very good toboggan slide—so good, in fact, that, having gone down once, I never ventured to risk my life on it again.'

      'If my father knew you were on board, he would be anxious to meet you. Doubtless you know the London Syndicate will be a very large company.'

      'Yes, I am aware of that.'

      'And you know that a great deal is going to depend upon your report?'

      'I suppose that is so, and I hope the syndicate will find my report at least an honest and thorough one.'

      'Is the colleague who was with you also on board?'

      'Yes, he is here.'

      'He, then, was the accountant who was sent out?'

      'Yes, and he is a man who does his business very thoroughly, and I think the syndicate will be satisfied with his work.'

      'And do you not think they will be satisfied with yours also? I am sure you did your work conscientiously.'

      Kenyon almost blushed as the young woman made this remark, but she looked intently at him, and he saw that her thoughts were not on him, but on the large interests he represented.

      'Were you favourably impressed with the Ottawa as a mining region?' she asked.

      'Very much so,' he answered, and, anxious to turn the conversation away from his own report, he said: 'I was so much impressed with it that I secured the option of a mine there for myself.'

      'Oh! do you intend to buy one of the mines there?'

      Kenyon laughed.

      'No, I am no capitalist seeking investment for my money, but I saw that the mine contained possibilities of producing a СКАЧАТЬ